[Royal Capital of The Beast Factions]
The royal capital of the beast factions was divided into six main groups with a myriad of other minor groups.
The Draco-Quillins, The Phoenixes, The Umbrals, The Undead-Liches, The Orc-Cyclops, and finally, The Primals.
Together, these six hegemons led over the beast faction of the world and maintained peace in face of the cruelty of the other factions.
For as far back as any record on Zamaya had documented, these six groups had been the dominant species, and their status had never been challenged, even after they introduced the concept of royal seats.
All the royal seats of all the six species were occupied by members of nobility rooted back to the primordial times of the planet.
Their sovereignty had never been touched or blasphemed.
That was the case until a few days ago, when the entire royal capital was thrown into chaos due to a single entity.
A man had not only stepped on their pride but also defied their most brilliant stars.
"Let him come."
***
Unlike the previous city Amon had visited, the Undead-Lich portion of the royal capital was resplendent to say the least.
The roads were made of black marble, covered in runes and formations, and the buildings, made of gray stone, embodied countless philosophies of design and expression.
Everyone, whether zombie, undead, skeleton, or Lich, could be seen wearing attires of the highest quality as this city truly held the purest noble bloodlines of the species.
Through these streets, multiple carriages, carried by black horses with hair of green fire, could be seen as powerful guards routinely circled the place, ensuring the peace they had worked hard for.
Children ran and played while street vendors discussed and bargained, all while remaining civil.
Bars, cafes, and all types of third spaces could be seen, and all around, the atmosphere was calm and classy, reeking of privilege.
Suddenly, a boy playing in the streets with his friends froze.
His head violently whipped upwards, his gaze narrowing as he saw an approaching carriage, pulled by flying horses.
The aura he felt from that carriage…
'Is that uncle…? But I saw him just a minute ago? Did he leave?'
BOOM!
From a grand castle at the center of their city section, five figures appeared, streaking across the skies toward the carriage, their auras malevolent to say the least.
Two of them were Liches, one was an undead, and the last were zombies.
They all seemed young, wearing armors of black steel and reeking of nascent power, yet their faces were suffused with anger and rage.
"Get out! Bastard!"
***
The carriage suddenly stopped in the air. Its doors slowly opened, and a figure was revealed.
Wearing robes of black and gold, with long hair as white as his jade skin and pupils of swirling emerald and amethyst, he seemed otherworldly.
Amon, whose gaze seemed neutral, calmly looked into the distance, seeing the rushing figures.
He had expected this.
'Nobles truly are too addicted to power, or should I say status? All this because I used a function they created.' He sighed and shook his head.
'Status.'
***
[Name: Amon Celekria Thanakree]
[Titles: Dungeon Diver, <•••••>, <•••••>, Son of <••••>, <••••••>, Beginner's Curse, Master, Survivor, Iron Forged Star, Indomitable, Limit Breaker, Defier, Touched By Death, Touched By Life, Mad Paradox, Genius]
•Aether Mark Quality: Grade 13 (Divine Tier)
{Physical Stats: 1~>150 (True Limit)}
{Soul Stats: 1~>150 (True Limit)}
{Aether Stats: 1~>150 (True Limit)}
{Core Stats: 1~>150 (True Limit)}
{Affinity Stats: 1~>150 (True Limit)}
[Status: Healthy, Hungry.]
~>Status Note: Full potential and peak of the awakener tier has been reached.
***
Seeing his stats, Amon nodded to himself. There were many paths to follow after having formed one's aether marks.
You could focus on one singular stat, you could decide to form a 'build' and only enhance certain stats, or you could follow the true path and enhance all stats equally, at once.
This was the most powerful path but also the hardest since it required more origin aether, but to Amon, this hardly mattered.
Even after forming his first aether mark and reaching the peak of the awakener tier, Amon had more origin aether than he could fathom.
'Just how many enemies did I kill while I was the Sun of Flesh's core…? The memories weren't very clear. Ah, whatever.' He rolled his shoulder. 'Also, add to my to-do list—find out what the 'divine' indicator means.'
[Understood.]
Amon swiped an arm forward, and in an instant, a wave of aether singularity beams were sent crashing into the incoming five enemies.
"YOU BASTA-"
BOOM!
Amon raised a brow at the devastation but soon understood.
'Ah, I'll have to take the time to get familiar with this newfound power.'
Though Amon had the legacy of the First Warlock, he himself wasn't used to fundamentally getting more powerful.
Over the years, he had only focused on skill and the shattering of his limiters, so he wasn't used to this.
Even now, when he sent out so many singularity beams at once, he did so as a test, trying to see whether it would deplete his reserves or not. Surprisingly, not only did it barely cost him anything in terms of aether, but his beams were even more powerful than the one he used against Tao!
The cloud of aether cleared, revealing a blue energy shield one of the five had activated at the last second, but despite this, their clothes had been torn to rags, and their powerful bodies were covered in their own blood.
Looking at Amon, though their rage was still palpable, they couldn't help but be cautious.
Amon suddenly chuckled.
"Don't be scared now. You were coming here being all so valiant and daring, no? Come on then, attack this junior." He spoke as a teasing smile bloomed on his face.
"Surely elders of your status wouldn't fear a mere junior?"